Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she said with a rush of breath. “I’m in.”
Chapter 10
“Excellent,” Beau replied, inordinately pleased.
He pointed to one of the silk floor cushions scattered throughout the small room. “Present yourself properly. Kneel on a cushion, back straight, knees parted, hands resting on your thighs.”
Flushing ever so slightly, Lia set aside the throw pillow. Without meeting his eye, she rose from the sofa and settled herself with reasonable grace on the cushion.
Beau let his gaze move slowly over her slender form. He could just see the outline of her cunt lips between her spread knees. It was a very pleasing picture. The head of the slim, colorful snake tattoo curled appealingly around her left hip. Her breasts, while small, were perfectly shaped and her nipples, he noticed with pleasure, were fully erect.
Given Lia’s intense masochistic leanings, he was surprised they weren’t pierced. Perhaps that would be something they explored together.
When his eyes reached her face, she met his gaze with a lifted chin. Her jagged pink bangs fell rakishly over one eye. She hid her nerves behind a saucy half smile.
“First rule: you will address me as Master Beau or Sir during our training. Understood?”
“Yes, Master Beau.” There was a hint of sass in her tone, but he let it pass, for now.
“Second rule: communicate. As I’m sure you’re aware, in this type of arrangement communication is paramount. I’m not super big on protocol, however. You may speak without asking express permission. If something doesn’t feel right, tell me. Let me know if something I require of you needs clarification.”
He would have added more about potential triggers and hard limits, but he’d read her Enclave file, and she claimed to have neither triggers nor limits. He would, of course, judge that for himself as they got deeper into the training.
“You with me so far?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her pupils dilated, the sass gone from her tone. “I understand.”
“Good. Let me be clear, though. Just because I’m giving you the right to speak and to ask questions and express reservations, don’t think that’s a way to get out of things you simply don’t wish to do. You need to understand from the outset that this isn’t an equal partnership. The exchange of power will be a complete one. You good with that?”
The saucy grin had vanished. Lia’s eyes were fixed on his face, her lips parted, her skin flushed. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Then, apparently unable to help herself, she blurted, “I think.”
Beau chuckled. “You can think all you like, as long as you obey.”
He let that sink in a moment.
“Third rule: for the duration of the week, whether or not you are with me, your body belongs to me and solely to me. That means you don’t touch yourself sexually unless I’m the one directing you to do so. You eat when I decide you should, sleep when I say so, use the toilet with my permission. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her pretty amber eyes were wide, lips parted, nipples erect.
“As with the other trainees here, you will not have the option of a safeword. That is, you do not have the right to either refuse what I require of you, or to end a scene. If this is a problem for you, I need to know now. Because if so, it’s a dealbreaker.”
Her lower lip was caught between worrying teeth, that cute pucker appearing again between her eyebrows. She drew in a deep breath. For a moment, he feared she might balk.
But then resolve moved over her features. When she spoke, her voice was strong and sure. “No, Sir. I understand and I’m good with that.”
Beau’s relief was palpable. He was surprised to realize just how invested he already was in this project. “Good.”
Getting to his feet, he removed the length of linen rope from his back pocket that he’d cut for this very purpose. He crouched in front of Lia and held it up for her to see.
“For the duration of this week, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your non-BDSM life, you will wear this rope collar as a symbol of your status as my trainee.”
She wrinkled her nose, her shoulders hunching slightly as she eyed the rope, which was dyed a rich burgundy red. “Can’t I have leather, Sir?”
Beau snorted. “That’s something you have to earn, little girl.”
Reaching behind her, he looped the soft but sturdy rope around the back of her neck. Then he tied the two ends into a simple knot that rested at the hollow of her throat. He made it tight enough that she’d feel the knot as she swallowed—a constant reminder of her status—but not so tight that it would constrict her breathing in any way.
Standing, Beau pointed to his feet. “Lean forward and kiss my shoe as a token of your gratitude,” he directed.